Killer Obsession
Chapter 9
Freedom
Killer Croc sat in his "lair", gnawing on a hunk of meat. Thinking of why he let the "bitch" live. She was just like the rest of them. 'All of them deserve to be torn to pieces and left in the sewers!' He thought intently. He then wondered why he told her about his past. Although there was a lie here or there, he still told her about it… "Next time, I'll kill her…" he said to himself.
Croc's thoughts were interrupted when there was a loud clang! His cell door had been slammed open. Croc sniffed the air, not recognizing any scent. He sniffed some more, there was two. They both stank of humanity. Croc growled and slowly pulled himself into his waters…
"God, it stinks down here!" Harley Quinn yelled, plugging her nose.
"Shut up, and get over it!" the Joker yelled back at her, "This guy killed an entire street with his bare hands!" he said once more, with a chuckle. Killer Croc quickly pulled himself up over the edge and stood tall.
When Croc appeared, Harley finally realized, what the Joker meant when he said "animal".
Killer Croc looked down at the two… clowns… He looked at the female one. She reeked of fear. He looked at the other one, he just stood there smiling and he even waved! Croc roared, before charging him. Right when he was about to tackle him, pain roared into his neck. 'NO!' He yelled in his head, before tripping and falling right in front of the male. He looked at the female; she waved the shock generator in her hands and smiled. Croc growled and looked away.
"Croc ol' boy!" the Joker yelled at him.
"Shut up!" he said coldly, "I don't know you!"
The Joker laughed, "C'mon get up now! We gotta "talk"!" the Joker said, using his fingers to quote the word 'talk'. Croc pulled himself, at least, up to his knees. He was still a foot over Joker, in that position, anyway. "Call me… the Joker!" Joker yelled up at him, "What do they call you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Killer Croc…" he said silently.
"Ah," The Joker said, as if understanding, "What would you give for freedom?" he asked.
"Me… ripping your smiling face off…" Croc said coldly. He then administered another jolt to his neck.
"No! No! No!" Harley said, wagging her finger.
The Joker just smiled, "You wanna know how I got these scars?" he asked indicating his mouth.
"Want me to give you new ones?" Croc said reaching out his hand, but just felt another shock of electricity.
"Do you know how much it was of a bitch to get in here?" the Joker yelled at him, his smile becoming broader, "Do you really think… I came in here to have you kill me? I'm here to set you free!" he said laughing. Croc raised an eyebrow. The Joker continued, "I'm gonna let you out! Do whatever is that you do! Go out and cause Gotham chaos!" he said laughing.
"What's the catch?" Croc growled.
"No catch! Just get out there and have some fun!" he laughed, pulling out a small keycard and slamming it into Croc's collar. Croc was surprised, but did nothing. Two slots opened, one on each side of the collar. The Joker then pulled out two, severed, guards' thumbs and put them on the slots. They were quickly scanned and the bottom half of Croc's collar fell to the floor. Croc growled and threw the other half at the wall, he turned towards the clowns, but they were already on their way out. "I'll do you a favor! I won't shut the door behind me!" he said turning and closing the door, but leaving it open, just a crack.
Killer Croc rubbed his neck… he still felt the bolt and shocks of electricity… he stared at his collar, which, was now, lying on the ground… Croc continued to rub his neck, staring at his, open, cell door…
Click!
"Oh, my god… Croc… I understand…" Doctor Shelly Young said, sitting in her office. She had just got done listening to an interview tape, the warden secretly had, but she managed to get it off him. The contents of the tape was horrifying, but filled in the blanks and the lies of Croc's past.
Her thoughts were immediately interrupted, as an Arkham guard was hurled through her door. The door fell off its hinges, as the guard was smashed through. Young's body turned quickly to the door. Young discovered a horrifying truth and now she could not share it, as Killer Croc smashed through her doorway. He smiled down at her. Young's screams were muffled, as Croc's hand engulfed her face.
The Joker sniffed the fresh breeze, "Ah, good to smell the B-E-A-utiful, night air!" he said calmly smiling.
"We're not out yet!" Harley smiled and ran towards the waiting boat. The Joker laughed, as the Asylum's alarms blared and chased after his new accomplice. They both reached the boat, but Quinn stopped at the end. She looked out towards her old, rusty, car. She pulled out a small remote and pressed a button. The car exploded, lighting up the night. Harley laughed madly and held up her hand, then extended her middle finger, at the remnants of her car and the Asylum. She continued to laugh, as they roared away from the island in their escape boat…
Killer Croc sniffed the night air. Eleven years he spent in the underbelly of Arkham. He was now twenty-seven and felt, for the first time in a while, freedom. He wiped blood off his teeth and lips, he finally, tasted his "drug" once more and he smiled thinking of what they would think… when they found her... He looked down the cliff into the waters below. He then turned towards the massive hole he created, when bursting out of Arkham. The Asylum's alarms started to blare. He smiled and fell backwards off the cliff. As he sped like a bullet down… he felt weightlessness… He slammed into the waiting waters of Gotham Bay…
Stix stepped into the wreck, which was Young's office. The outside of it was covered in blood, the "guards" deceased, he thought, were twelve dead, he couldn't tell… they were everywhere… He held up his gun, pointing it in all directions. He then saw something that, almost, caused him to puke his guts out. Young's, severed, head lay on her desk. Her eyes gouged out, her ears torn off, and her tongue had been ripped out. He noticed the interview tape next to the head. The word "play" was placed above it, written in blood. He couldn't find himself to resist, he pressed the play button…
Click!
"So… this is the thing that caused Gotham so much trouble… in a day!" a male voice said.
"Yes, doctor, we need you to examine him." a female said.
"Alright, you two may leave…" the doctor said, probably indicating guards.
"Sorry, Warden Arkham's orders, we can't leave you alone," said one of the guards.
"Fine," the doctor sighed, "I apologize for having this as an interview tape, but we ran out of note ones, so this'll have to do…" the doctor spoke to the tape, "Name: Waylon Jones. Height: 8'7. Weight: 582lbs. Waylon came from a troubled background, with only his mother to care for him. The father hated him, giving him random beatings.
One day, the father snaps and kills his wife. Thinking he had freed her from, the beast, that was his son… Waylon becomes enraged and kills his father. Waylon, still filled with rage, adopts the identity, Killer Croc, and discovers cannibalism, as he takes to the streets, killing dozens of men, women, and children; he even ate several of their limbs…"
"Doctor!" the female assistant, yelled.
"It was thanks, to the collective efforts, of John Stix, that-"
"Doctor!" the female assistant, yelled.
"What?" he said annoyed.
"It's waking up!" she yelled, frightened.
"Oh, god!" the doctor yelled. A groaning sound was made, followed by the loud sound of chains snapping.
"Shoot it! Shoot!" one of the guards yelled.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Oh, god! It's got me!"
Rip!
"My arm! My arm! My-"
Splat!
"No, Charlie!"
Thump! Slam! Gurgle!
"Please, let me out!" the doctor yelled, "No!"
Splat!
"Oh, god…"
Heavy, raspy, breathing. Chains rattling quietly.
"Please…"
Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Please! No!"
Rip! Tear!
"Ah…" the assistant gave her final breath.
Munch! Munch!
Click!
Stix squinted at the tape. All it did… was give him one more reason… to find it…
